Isabelle the 13 year old halfling thief hid in the shadows, awaiting the perfect moment to steal from the stall in front of her. She lurked, out of sigh of the merchant, silent and patient.
As the merchant turned to a customer, Isabelle snuck forward. Stealthily, she nabbed a piece of bread and hid once more. She left, her grays blending well with the shadows. The merchant never found out how his bread mysteriously disappeared.
You used descriptive words very well in this passage. I think the tone/mood is Sneaky.
ReplyDeleteBest peice of writing I've seen from any non-author. Very descriptive and interesting, you should've written more.
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